Chasing My Pregnant Wife



In a daze, Theodore reached out. He lightly touched the air, as if he was touching her.

Gazing up at the sky, his eyes were weary yet tender, filled with endless longing and yearning. "Rose..." With a soft thud, his hand fell to the ground. His eyes closed and he passed out.

"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Spencer?" A few people quickly lifted Theodore and carried him toward the vehicle.

In the afternoon, the villa basked under the radiant sunlight.

The sky was as pure as a sapphire, with feathery white clouds drifting across the horizon. The lush green trees and colorful flowers surrounding the villa complemented each other, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

However, within the villa, chaotic sounds echoed. The sharp clang of objects clashing and the sound of things crashing down could be heard, all conveying an atmosphere of agitation and unrest.

It was as if the interior and exterior of the villa were two entirely different worlds-one peaceful, the other tempestuous.

Inside a room, a child was crying. The servants were trying their best to soothe him, taking him far away to avoid him hearing the furious shouts from the living room. They had never seen Sebastian lose his temper like this.

When Rosalie was around, Sebastian was good-tempered; he was gentle every day and greeted everyone with a smile. But now that Rosalie was gone, he was like a raging lion. It was as if he had become a completely different person.

A faint scar remained on Sebastian's face, like the lingering clouds after a violent storm. In his eyes brewed a wild fury that was beyond control. His brow was tightly furrowed, his lips were pressed together, and his face was dark, emitting an air of agitation.

That handsome face was now twisted with rage.

"Damn you, Theodore! I won't let you get away with this!"

He held a glass of red wine in his hand, the crimson liquid swirling inside as if reflecting his bloodlust and desire for revenge.

Sebastian took a sip, the bitter wine flooding his mouth. A dangerous glint appeared in his gaze, like a ferocious leopard preparing to hunt.

The alcohol only fueled his uncontrollable anger, as though he were a trapped beast fighting to release its savagery.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Frustrated, he undid a few shirt buttons, revealing his muscular chest, which was heaving due to his labored breathing. With a loud crash, he smashed the glass against the floor.

"Theodore, I will tear you to pieces! I swear I won't let you get away with this!"

He and Rosalie had made it all the

way to Melrine, yet that man still refused to leave them alone, haunting them like a shadow. It was all because of him that Rosalie had disappeared.

Time and again, Rosalie brushed Sebastian off. She had driven out late one night, saying she was just

going for a drive and would be back

soon.

He had waited and waited, but she didn't return. Eventually, she told him she would spend the night out and call him in the morning. However, the next morning, there was no call from her. When he tried to call, she didn't pick up.

By noon, she finally called, saying she was coming back. Again, he waited only to receive a call from her telling him she wasn't coming back and would stay out for a week.

That woman was clearly lying to him and brushing him off. Later, he lost all contact with her.

From the moment Rosalie had driven out, she had planned to go see Theodore.

He and Rosalie were on the verge of being together. Rosalie was about to become his woman, but Theodore's reappearance ruined everything!